6 comments/ 36852 views/ 13 favorites Out of the Frying Pan By: Cromagnonman "Good morning Sarah." I said as I strode through her office on my way to my own. Even as I passed her she was on her feet, note book in hand following me. It was five past nine on Monday morning, and I had just returned this morning on an overnight flight from London and was dog tired. The meetings had gone on much longer than I had needed or anticipated but finally the matter was sorted and we could move on to the next phase. I sat in the leather chair behind my desk and Sarah, my ever efficient Sarah, sat opposite me. "How was London?" "It was hard work and I only just made my flight." I took a memory card from my briefcase and passed it over to her, "Could you transcribe this for me, I have a meeting with the Old Man in an hour. Then could you call Kate and let her know that I'll be home later on this morning, and could you arrange for some flowers to be delivered as soon as. I rang her from the airport to wish her a happy birthday but I need to be there." A strange look crossed Sarah's face that I didn't understand. She stood to leave a little more quickly than normal. "Sarah." "Yes Sir." "Is something wrong?" "It's nothing Sir, I'm fine." She left to put the memory card through the 'voice to text' transcription thing on her computer. I looked through the glass partition at her going about her work and, just to prove that I'm not an insensitive slob, I noticed something about her demeanor that wasn't right. Sarah was always so bright and chatty, especially on Monday mornings, regaling me with tales of her weekend, usually of her looking after her mother and the things the she, the mother, had managed to get up to in her slightly dotty state. I enjoyed these chats because they made me realize that there were some 'normal' people working in this corporate production line. I noticed, not for the first time, that she, as she walked back into my office with the completed transcriptions, was an extremely attractive young woman and the thought crossed my mind that nowhere in her Monday morning chats was there ever any mention of her having been on a date. Given her looks and personality I thought that odd. "The flowers are on there way Sir. Is there anything else?" "You can tell me what the matter is for starters." "It can wait, you look so tired. Why don't you postpone the meeting with Sir Thomas and go home and get some sleep." She had walked around my desk and was gently massaging my shoulders. "You are far too tense to be going upstairs just now." She reached over to my phone and dialed Sir Thomas' PA. "Jane, would it be at all possible to reschedule this mornings meeting, Geoff is just about dead on his feet and needs the rest. I'll send up the transcripts and Sir Thomas can read them before the meeting. When would be a convenient time? At three, yes he'll be there, thank you." Sarah then dialed my home number. "Kate? Hi, it's Sarah. I just called to say that I'm bringing Geoff home, he's really tired and needs some sleep before his meeting with Sir Thomas. Sure, I'll use his keys." She turned to me and caught me admiring her black stocking encased legs. "Kate has to go out for an hour or so but will be home as soon as she can. Come on, let's be getting you home." The journey home in her little blue Mazda MX5 was quiet, neither of us saying much, me because I was tired, she because something was definitely bothering her but nothing I tried could get her to open up. Sarah almost had to help me into the house. I leaned on her for support as she opened the front door and led me to the Master Bedroom. I pulled back the covers and started to get into bed clothes and all. "Oh no you don't, just stand there like a good boy while I undress you." There was nothing clinical about the way that she undressed me, it was an extension of the way we flirted at the office when no-one was around and several times she smacked my hand away from her enticing body. "Down boy or I'll have to shove you into a cold shower." I eventually fell into bed and was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. My last conscious recollection was her lips on mine and her voice, so soft and sensuous, whispering to my face, "Sleep tight my Darling." I woke at one o'clock to the smell of food and found Kate in the kitchen preparing lunch for us. "Sarah will be here at two to take you back to work." She said as she placed the plate in front of me. "Thank you for the flowers by the way, and this." She looked at her hand admiring the ring that I had bought her in London. Sarah must have gone through my bags and retrieved it. We chatted about the events of the past week while I was away, she told me of her meetings with her friends and the lunches that they had and how she had spoken to Tom at Duntroon (Military Academy), he was doing really well, his grades were up across the board and he was chosen in the college tennis team, and he was seeing a new girl who sounded really nice, "oh, and by the way Mother called, she wants me to go out to visit her, I'll be leaving this afternoon and will be away for at least a week." This news came as something of a surprise because Kate was never that close to her mother. Kate was the boss's daughter. Her mother was from a wealthy Pastoral family that owned a grazing property of some several hundred square Kilometres in Western New South Wales and had met and married Thomas Sinclair, the son and heir of a wealthy business family in corporate Sydney. Kate never really understood the reason that her parents divorced, just that her mother had gone home to the family farm leaving her father to raise her as best he could, with the help of boarding school and Nannies. Neither of her parents would discuss the divorce and the animosity between her parents continued until this day, so it seemed strange that Kate should choose this time to visit her mother. I showered and dressed for this afternoon's meeting and could hear Kate packing for her trip. The front door bell rang and I went to let Sarah in. "Is she still here?" "Yes, why?" "Nothing." There was something. Kate came into the room and I picked up my briefcase and bent to kiss her good-bye. She turned at the last minute and I missed her lips, making contact instead with her cheek, strange. The meeting with Sir Thomas was something of a non-event, nothing was discussed that wasn't covered in my report and I was soon back in my office. "Sarah, would you come into my office." As Sarah came in I told her to close the door, I didn't want to be disturbed. I diverted the phones so that we wouldn't be interrupted by calls. "Now, would you please tell me what is going on around here? You've been acting strangely all day and Kate, well my home coming wasn't exactly what you would call enthusiastically received." Instead of answering me Sarah got up out of her chair and went to her desk. She took a large envelope from it and placed it on my desk in front of me. "I'm sorry to be the one to break the news to you." I stared in dis-belief at the photographs spread out on the desk. The showed Kate in the presence of a man, and it was obvious from the photos that they were more than platonic friends, the most damning was of them in an underground car park, she with her hand on his exposed cock and he with one hand on her naked breast while the other was under her raised skirt and between her legs. I just couldn't believe it, but then. . . . . Kate Sinclair was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, she was what was known amongst my friends as DDG, drop dead gorgeous, and was the object of all of their sexual fantasies. For me she was the thing that was just beyond reach. I had no illusions as to the result of any attempt that I may make at getting a date with the DDG Kate Sinclair, so I just didn't bother trying. Six months after she appeared in the same Business Management class she actually spoke to me, I couldn't believe it! "Geoff, I wonder if you could help me out with a problem." "I-I-I'll t-t-t-ry." I stammered. "My problem is that I simply cannot understand why you won't speak to me, why you have never tried for a date, don't you think that I'm attractive enough for you to make the effort?." "That's the problem. You are too beautiful for me." I couldn't believe that I'd managed to get the words out without a stammer. "But if you don't speak to me you'll never know the real me, the one behind the façade. I tell you what, There's a movie that I want to see on tonight, I want you to come with me, my treat, and if at the end of the evening you still don't want to speak to me I'll understand, actually I won't understand it at all, I'll just have to accept it." She spoke with that self confidence that stopped just short of conceit. It was one of those scary movies, I forget which one, and she sat close to me, so, being a normal red blooded man I very casually rested my arm across her seat and, just as casually, allowed my hand to rest on her shoulder. She, with a contented sigh, snuggled against me and her hand, casually, dropped to my thigh, just short of the end of my growing cock. Then came one of those cinematic moments, one of those moments as unexpected as it was scary. With a squeal, she cowered into me and her hand grasped my thigh so hard that it hurt, at a time when the head of my cock had reached her casually placed hand. She moved her hand further up my leg until she had covered it. "What have we got here, I wonder?" There was no need for me to answer because he was doing the talking for me. "I'm a cock and I want to fuck you." He said. For the rest of the movie he was stroked and squeezed and enjoyed it so much that it was all that I could do to stop him from cumming in my pants. We had to sit for some time, until just about everyone else had gone and the cleaners had moved in before he had subsided enough for me to walk out of there. As we walked to the car park she had her arm around me hugging me tighter than I had ever been hugged and I loved it, why, I asked myself, why had I not asked her out before this? We reached my car and she suddenly pushed me up against the door and kissed me with such force that I could hardly breathe, her tongue pushing against my lips until I allowed it to enter my mouth. Her hand found my cock and pulling down the zipper she grabbed him and began to savagely stroke him. Her other hand led mine under her top to her breast. I felt a nipple and realized for the first time that she wasn't wearing a bra. Pulling her lovely mouth away from mine she said in a husky voice, "I want you to fuck me, here, now!" "What? Here in this car park? Don't you at least want to get into the car?" "No. I can't wait that long." She had lifted her skirt and, pulling her panties aside, was feeding him into her pussy. She pushed herself against me and I got the message that there was no stopping her so I began to push back. I came quickly but not, it seems, as quickly as she did. With a whimper and a shudder that ran though her whole body she experienced what I assumed to be, rightly as it turned out, an orgasm, seconds before mine. "Now take me home." "Yes Ma'am." Kate lived in an apartment just off campus and as soon as we got through the door she attacked me again, the buttons on my shirt never stood a chance, pinging as they landed somewhere across the room. She didn't even bother to undo my trousers, she just dragged them over my hips and to the floor, taking my boxers with them. Her mouth enclosed me, my cock, surrounding it with her warmth and spit she moved her head back and forth until I could stand it no longer. "Mmmmmm," She said, pushing some escaped cum into her mouth with her fingers. "Now it's your turn." In a flash she was naked and spread-eagled on her bed. "Lick me, lick my pussy, lick my clit." She grabbed me and shoved my head between her legs, so I licked. She must have loved it because before long her hips were shuddering and juices flowed from her pussy. "Come on lover, is he hard yet." He was so she led him into her once more. I pumped away for about five minutes before she stopped me. "Wait, I want it doggy style." With that she pushed me away and rolled over onto all fours. "Now give it to me hard." I gave it to her as hard as I dared, I didn't want to hurt her and after another five minutes she stopped me again. "What is it this time?" She rolled over on to her back again and spread her legs wide for me and some time later, as she came, I could feel her finger nails scoring lines deep into the skin on my back. "Yes, yes, oh God yes!" Her back arched pushing her hips hard against me and forcing him deeper inside her until he came inside her. She sagged back onto the bed. "Oh God, you are so good." Her arms were around my necking drawing my mouth down to her hungry lips. "I want all of you, you are mine." "What do you mean?" God I can ask some dumb questions at times. "What I mean is that we are an item from this time on, I am yours and you are mine, I want to fuck you whenever possible and I expect you to be there whenever I need you." And so it was, she would summons me to her apartment whenever she felt like it and I had to perform, not that I minded mind you, because of my raised status among the other guys in my classes, I was a hero to them I was the chosen one, it didn't matter that I had little say in any of this. I was introduced to Thomas Sinclair, he hadn't yet received his knighthood, who took an immediate liking to me and invited me to join them on their yacht on the harbour the following Sunday. She was a magnificent 60 foot Hood design and the crew did all of the work, all that we had to do was sit in the salon and eat and drink. I soon got the urge to go up and help the crew, not that I knew anything about sailing, but I soon got the hang of it. On the way back to Kate's apartment she was uncharacteristically subdued, "What's wrong, what have I done wrong?" "I don't appreciate being ignored." "I'm sorry, but I got the impression that I was I was supposed to make a good impression with your father. Going up and helping the crew has made a good impression, he's invited me to sail in the next Sydney to Hobart with him." "I'm not having you sailing in that race, it's far too dangerous!" Then in almost a whisper she said what was really on her mind, "I don't want you away from me for that long." Our wedding was held on Christmas Eve and we were on our honeymoon when the race was run so, of course, I was unable to participate, instead we spent Christmas in Spain and Italy, not that we saw all that much of either, spending most of our time making love. God this woman was insatiable. After a month of this we returned home to set up home in the new house that we had been given by her father in Mosman, a short ferry ride from the office. Life was good for six months until Kate announced the impending arrival of Thomas, not that we knew he would be Thomas at the time. From that time on, especially after Tom was born, everything seemed to change, the sex that was so much a part of our previous life became almost non-existent. At dinner parties she would often get a little drunker than was proper and flirt with our male friends. They would laugh it off as Kate being Kate but they didn't see the hurt in my eyes as we drifted further apart, I think that if it hadn't been for Tom I would have left, that and the fact that I worked for Kate's father. I guess that I just didn't really want to try for another job. My self-confidence was at an all time low, I would often sit at my desk and think about the past and how my life had been controlled by Kate, and it depressed me even further. Just when I was at my lowest my PA decided that she was too old to be working and retired. This was when Sarah came into my life. Sarah gave me confidence, Sarah gave me hope and Sarah gave me life again. I owe so much to Sarah and I don't show my appreciation. Note to self: Buy Sarah something really nice. Another note to self: "Say to Sarah: Thank you so much for putting up with me over the past three years, I really appreciate it." "When were these taken?" "While you were away. My brother came down from Brisbane and we took Mother to the 'Rockpool'. I saw Kate and this man sitting in the back corner and it was obvious from the way that they were behaving that they were more than 'just good friends'. I was so upset with the thought that she could be cheating on you behind your back that I hired an investigator to follow her. This is the result. "What am I going to do?" "You could divorce her." "I was brought up to believe that marriage was forever, and the thought that she should be cheating on me is telling me that I'm a failure as a husband. I don't know that I want to face that." "Listen to me Geoff, you are not a failure, not as a husband, not as a father, you are one of the most wonderful men that I have ever met." She put her arms around me and kissed me, and it wasn't a platonic kiss either. "If you want my advice you'll ring her mother and leave a message for her to call you the minute that she gets there. When she calls you can confront her with the evidence and see what she says. I picked up the phone and asked 'Call Connect' to connect me with Kate's Grand Parents' property. After several minutes a voice came on line, Kate's mother, "Hi, It's Geoff Gilroy, Kate is on her way to see you, she said that you rang and asked her to come out, can you give her a message for me . . . ." "What the hell are you babbling on about. I haven't spoken to that jumped up little bitch for years and as for asking her to come and see me, you've got to be joking!" The line was disconnected. "Her mother knows nothing about this, hasn't spoken to Kate for years." Sarah didn't seem all that surprised and I got the impression that She had known that this would happen. I was confused. Sarah was not, she rang Jane, "Would you inform Sir Thomas that Geoff will be taking a couple of days off to get over his jetlag and that any enquiries should be sent to me, I will be would be working from home." That done she took me by the hand and led me out of the building. Oh she let go of my hand when we got outside the office door so that no-one would comment. For the second time today I found myself in her little Mazda. "I don't want to go home." I said in a small voice. "I don't think that I can face being in that house on my own." "I know, that's why we're going to my place." "Do you think that's right?" "You better believe it." Sarah lived in one of those apartment buildings where you have a key card to get into the car park, a key card to get into the building and there are CCTV cameras everywhere, it must have cost a fortune. "Make yourself at home." She said when we got inside, "I'm just going to change." I was just admiring the views when I heard her come back into the room. I was speechless. I know that I'd been admiring her looks at work and copping a sneaky look at her legs, and breasts, and face and arse, but none of that had prepared me for what stood in front of me. Kate was a DDG but Sarah had something that Kate never had, something much deeper than her looks, it was in her eyes and her smile, in the way that she walked toward me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. I'm confused again. Kate kissed with a fierce passion that took your breath away, but Sarah's kiss was so gentle and yet conveyed a meaning so powerful, that she was in love with me. "How long has this been going on?" "I've been in love with you since about a day after I started working with you. You seemed so vulnerable, so sad, that my heart went out to you. It's been a pleasure to be with you every day but also a painful experience having you so close but yet so far out of reach. I hated Kate because she had you and I didn't. I hate her even more for cheating on you but at the same time I thank her for giving me the opportunity to realize my dreams. Come here." I guess that I expected her to kiss me again but no, she took my face in her hands and began to massage it with her fingertips. She was so gentle that I could barely feel her, yet it sent tingles right through me. Slowly her fingers traced around my lips, the feeling much better than a passionate kiss, around my eyes, down my nose, my ears, round and round they went, slowly, softly, gently and with each feather touch I could feel my cares receding, drifting away, my eyes closed. After what seemed like hours I felt her lips on mine, again softly, gently, no pressure, no tongue but yet it felt so much better than anything that I had ever experienced. Out of the Frying Pan... Its hard for me to describe how it first happened. Sure it would be easy to say that it was a midlife crisis... if I weren't 36. The truth of it all is, I just wanted it. I didn't "have it all" but I did have a pretty damn good life. I'm married, well might be was married soon, with a job as a retail coordinator for one of the nation's most affordable, yet trendy department stores. House, car, all the basics that make up the typical American dream. So what in the hell possessed me to turn my life around on a whim and spiral into a vortex of sexual depravity and self satisfaction the likes of which would make a porn star blush? I'm not sure, but this is how it all started. Somewhere between my second cup of coffee that morning and a run out to the floor to check on some merchandise that wasn't priced correctly I noticed the sexiest ass in the store. I slowed my caffeinated pace across the sales floor just long enough to follow the small, athletic calves up to those beautifully crafted thighs and right to the source, a round juicy ass. Unfortunately for me, when Darren stood up with the sweaters that he had been gathering from a box on the floor, I noticed that those shapely features were attached to the store's newest recruit, and not a girl. I went about my duties, shaking off what I had seen and felt. The morning came and went and soon I found myself refueling on my lunch break, shoveling in microwaved takeout and bouncing e-mails to corporate from my phone. Then Darren came in. Of course he did. Soon it was noticeable that the reheated curry wasn't the cause of my rise in temperature. Darren had a certain feminine quality about him, other than the ass of an eighteen year old girl that is. His hair was something between teen idol and surfer, shaggy and shoulder length with a sandy color to it. His bangs stopped right above his green eyes. He was slender, without being gangly and about a foot shorter than most of the guys that worked with him. He also noticed me looking at him over my paper takeout lid. "Get those sweaters on the shelves?" was the best I could muster. He grinned and sank into a chair across from me. "yeah, but I have way too much left to do on my list. Like, I have three hours left and after my break I'm on dressing room duty." "Ouch, what department?" I knew, because I made the schedule this week, but I was making small talk. "Juniors." He said with an audible eye roll. "Most of the girls that shop in that department are a bunch of t.." He stopped himself and opted for a "tsk" noise and another face of contempt. "I know they are, but they have parents with credit cards and they buy lots of clothes." I smiled through my food at him, he giggled and pulled his phone from his pocket. I finished my lunch and headed back out. Now, this is where my day gets weird. About an hour after lunch I'm making my rounds on the sales floor, and notice that the registers are getting a little backed up and I, not wanting to man a cash register myself went looking for Darren, who was the back up for the day. I poked my head around the juniors section for him but didn't see him. I made my way to the dressing rooms to look for him there. A quick peak under the doors revealed that Darren was in the last stall. I could see his shoes, though it looked like his feet weren't in them. In hindsight I should have figured something was wrong, but it didn't dawn on me what he was doing until I was standing right behind him in the dressing room. His clothes sat in a neat little pile on the floor beside his shoes. Darren had changed out of them, he was in a pink tank top, with a pair of jean shorts with accenting pink belt. When I walked in he was pulling up a pair of knee high pink socks. He shot up when he noticed me, we were both red faced with embarrassment. "I...uh" He started to try to figure out what to say, if there really was anything to be said at all, I mean here's my new eighteen year old employee hiding in a dressing room glitzed out in girly clothes. My eyes drifted from his as he stammered his excuse, he filled out the outfit well, a little too well. I was starting to get excited. It must have been his legs, he was standing with one foot on top of the other, rubbing the side of his foot against his ankle. it made his knee bend and the florescent lights played against his smooth thighs. I traced my eyes back up to his flat stomach, a band of bare skin visible between the low rise of the shorts and the bottom of his tank top. I felt my cock jump, fighting against my dress pants. By the time I looked back at his face he was smiling, and twisting his hair in his fingers mischievously. "Like what you see, sir?" Darren's voice jumped up into a more feminine range as he spoke. He took a step towards me and now I was the one stammering. "It looks like you don't seem to mind my little secret...sir." My cock jumped again. "Darren, I think we need to..." He shushed me and slid past, bolting the door to the dressing room. "Call me Kat." I struggled to come to my senses, but I was lost. Kat brushed a hand along my ass as she walked back in front of me. "I've been bad, sir. But I want to make it up to you." Darren...Kat dropped to her knees. "I'll beg if I have to." Her voice was pure evil and before I could protest both of her hands were sliding up my thighs. "You don't have to beg...Kat." I was sinking fast, and Kat knew she had me now. As soon as the words left my mouth she snatched my zipper and pulled it down. "Well if I don't have to beg, I guess I can do this." The words were fighting to find space in my brain, even as she pulled my cock out. Her mouth was on it and half way to my balls before I could stop her. Her mouth worked its magic, slowly sliding my shaft along her tongue. From this angle it was impossible to tell that Kat was anything but a depraved sorority girl. The tight clothes and half closed eyes staring up at me in lust. It wasn't until she pulled her cock out from her shorts that the illusion was broken. Within minutes she had her lips to the base of my dick, he nose buried in my pubes. I could feel her tongue wiggling on the underside of my shaft. I grabbed her head, sinking my fingers into her thick hair. She responded by pushing herself farther down onto my cock, gagging against it. It may have been those green eyes tearing up, or the thick string of her saliva rolling down my balls, or maybe it was the fact that look of sheer bliss on her face, but I was there. My knees locked and the cum surged up out of my balls, I managed to grunt a warning before the first blast of cum shot out. It was enough for Kat to back up off of my cock so that only the underside of my head sat on her waiting tongue. Thick strings of my cum pulsed out into her open mouth. It was the first time in a week that I'd came, and it showed. I trembled all over and I shot blast after blast into her mouth. Kat took all of it and swallowed hungrily. When she finished with my cock, she looked down then up at me and said in the most innocent voice she could muster, "I'm sorry, sir but I made a mess." Kat had cum too, a little pool of white evident beneath her cock, soaking into the carpet. Her opening salvo however had made it to my polished, black dress shoe. "I'll fix it." She added and ran her tongue across the cum spot on my shoe and looked back up at me smiling. When I came to my senses I was panting, my half hard cock dripping a mix of cum and saliva onto the floor of a department store dressing room with a depraved, cross dressing clerk licking her cum off of my shoe and eyeing my coyly. It went down hill from there... Out of the Frying Pan... OK, so I've always been a very submissive young woman, particularly when in the company of older ladies. But that doesn't make me a lesbian, right? Nevertheless, that's how I ended up where I am right now. Hi, my full name is Chastity Michelle Hudson. I'm an 18-year old girl who is 5'7" tall, I have short blonde hair, fair skin, and a slender, petite figure. I'm very proud of my body, and for a while there I seriously considered becoming a teen model, or possibly even an actress. But those were dreams that never happened, or at least haven't happened yet. What DID happen is interesting enough. My father died back when I was only eleven, and for a while there my mother supported us both by working at the local bank here in Spring Hill, where she came into contact with a lot of wealthy men. Over time she began dating again, only in my opinion most of the guys she brought home were duds. It was during my senior year in high school that she got re-married, and my new stepfather was the worst of an already bad lot. I hated the way he'd look at me, and he developed an increasingly bad habit of entering my bedroom without knocking. That would have bothered me even had he been my REAL father, but with a stepfather such behavior was downright intolerable. I made it clear to my mom that I loathed the man, but she wasn't about to openly side with me as she felt that she owed him loyalty as his wife, which I understand but still thought to be totally unfair. The guy even had this small camcorder that he'd occasionally take out when my mother wasn't around, following me around shooting video, always during those times when I happened to be wearing short shorts or in my swimsuit, getting disgusting pervert-video while asking me stupid questions like: "what's Chastity up to today?" And don't think I couldn't tell that he was zooming in on my ass the whole time. Like I said, really, really creepy. Nevertheless, I put up with it until one day when my wild-child-friend Iris phoned to tell me that she was running away from home and begged me to join her. I call Iris my "wild-child friend" because she's everything that I'm not, meaning that she drinks and smokes and even has three tattoos (at least three that I'm aware of). Normally I'd have tried to talk her out of it, but not this time. I'd had enough of my stepfather's leering creepiness and wanted out myself. And so when Iris drove over to my house that Wednesday morning I was packed and ready to go, and off we went to Dayton where she said her aunt would allow us to stay with her. Only we never got that far. Iris had college friends at State University with whom she said we could stay the night free of charge, but they turned out to be really ghetto, doing drugs and everything, and so we changed our minds about sleeping there. But we still needed money to travel, and so when one of them, an older guy named Todd, promised that he'd pay us each fifty bucks if we'd help him pick up some of his belongings, we agreed. Anyway, to make a long story short, what he really wanted us to do was act as his "look-outs" while he broke into this other guy's place to steal stuff. Instead, however, the idiot triggered a silent alarm and the police arrived, catching him in the act. Of course, Todd quickly confessed everything, including the part about Iris & I acting as his lookouts, and so we both end-up being arrested and hauled off to jail with him! I remember that pretty much everybody at the county lock-up seemed irritable and in really bad moods for some reason while they were booking us. I also remember that I cried the entire time. It was a scary place to be. Iris didn't help matters any by abandoning me almost immediately to look out for herself after they placed us in a holding cell with eight other women, several of whom viewed us younger girls with interest as we were ushered inside. Iris hissed at me to stop crying, before then proceeding to sit down alongside a scary-looking biker chick who seemed pleased with her company. In fact, I noticed that within minutes the woman running her hand up Iris's thigh, while another dykey & even scarier-looking heavyset female-inmate began motioning for me to come and sit on her lap, which I (fortunately) didn't have to do because the black lady jailer must have felt sorry for me or something because she chose that instant to open the door and move me into an empty, adjoining cell where I could be alone. I remember that her name was Corporal Shirley-something-or-other, and she even remained with me for a few minutes, calming my fears and gently discussing my current predicament and how it could best be resolved. "Jail is really no place for a pretty little thing like yourself," I remember her saying in her comforting drawl. "There's no reason for you to stay here." I nodded in agreement, tears welling-up in my eyes. "I can't say the same thing about your friend," she added. "She almost looked like she enjoyed being in there with those lady criminals!" It's true. Iris really did seem almost at home, allowing that other girl to paw at her. Corporal Shirley then assured me that everything was going to be alright, and that early tomorrow morning I'd be appearing before Judge Alina Spencer in the courtroom annex, and that my best bet might be to throw myself upon the mercy of the court as I really didn't have any prior criminal record to complicate things. She then gave me a pillow and a blanket and told me to get some rest, which I did. The next morning, a different guard entered and handed me a towel, telling me that it was time for me to wash up before my court appearance, which was in one hour. "Don't be nervous," she added. "You'll be out of here quicker than you know it." It was while I was showering that I became aware of two older ladies at the far end of the room boldly staring at me. I say "ladies" because they clearly weren't inmates - they were both way too well-dressed for that. As I was the only one in there showering, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I glanced back at them, over my shoulder. They were both older, wealthy-looking, professional women, but the way they stared at me was almost what I'd have expected from a guy, ogling a wet naked girl as if she was wiggling her ass at the beach. I seriously wanted to cover myself, but with what? After conversing quietly with one another, they both eventually departed the room, one of them smiling & winking at me as they did so. I soon after dried myself off and got dressed, after which I was then escorted to Judge Spencer's courtroom. I immediately noticed that the judge was one of the same two women who had been watching me in the shower. "Miss Hudson," she said, addressing me with a smile. "I understand that you wish to enter a guilty plea?" "Yes, your honor," I replied, stumbling over the wording that Shirley had coached me to say. "I'd like to offer myself upon the mercy of the court." "Excellent," she said, with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "I believe that we can accommodate you. In lieu of jail time, I have decided to instead sentence you to six months of servitude in the home of my dear friend, Mrs. Gladys Riverstoke, former headmistress of the prestigious Glendale School for Girls." At this point she motioned to an attractive, well-dressed older woman sitting in the second row of the courtroom. I immediately recognized her as the OTHER woman who had been gazing at me while I took my morning shower, the one who had smiled & winked at me before leaving. Her eyes met my own. She was smiling again as she then slowly licked her lips. I blushed. "Mrs. Riverstoke has kindly agreed to take you into her home," Judge Spencer continued. "She will be monitoring your education, while you in return will work for her and give her your complete obedience... do you understand, Miss Hudson?" "Yes, ma'am, your honor," I replied, realizing that I really had no other choice. It was either go with this lady or remain in jail! "If Mrs. Riverstoke should report to me that you are disobedient or have in any way displeased her, I shall have no choice but to remand you back here to serve out your remaining sentence in county-custody like a common criminal, do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am," I repeated, in my frightened little-girl voice, glancing over at Mrs. Riverstoke. She nodded, appearing very pleased. Ten minutes later I was escorted outside to her expensive-looking metallic-blue Cadillac ELR, where I then sat in silence as the woman drove home to her beautiful estate. Upon our arrival I followed her into a side entrance where I was handed over to a Mrs. Murphy, her housekeeper, who then took me to what would be my room for the next six-months. And finally, I was issued a black & white maid's outfit that I'd be required to wear. The next morning, as I served tea in the drawing room, Mrs. Riverstoke remarked that my skirt was too long. "That dress looks more suited for a maid in her forties," she laughed. "I'll have Mrs. Murphy shorten it." That afternoon, the housekeeper made the necessary adjustments, but at dinnertime, as I cleared away the plates, Mrs. Riverstoke was still unsatisfied. "That skirt is still too long," she remarked to the housekeeper. "It needs to be much shorter." And sure enough, Mrs. Murphy then removed considerably more material until it was almost like I was wearing one of those tiny little sexy French Maid costumes like you see in movies, complete with fishnet stockings that I must admit really did a great job of showing off my legs, all of which certainly pleased my new employer. "You've got a lovely young body, Chastity," she told me later that evening. "And I see no reason why you shouldn't dress appropriately when you're alone with me here in my own home." "Yes, ma'am," I responded. "Now come along and help me with my bath." In addition to running her bath, I also had to occasionally run a brush through her hair, pick up after her, and take special care of her expensive clothing, making certain that everything was always properly put away. I acted as her maid only at breakfast and in the early evening hours. After ten in the morning I officially became her STUDENT, reporting to the library in her house where she tutored me. Again, I had to dress accordingly, and again she didn't like the plaid schoolgirl skirt that I was given to wear. "Too long," she said. So once again, Mrs. Murphy shortened it, somewhat significantly, I thought, but to no avail. "That skirt still covers up way too much of her pretty legs," Mrs. Riverstoke complained, and by the time she was satisfied I felt like one of those Japanese schoolgirls you see in anime-comics with the plaid skirts so short you can see their underwear! Everytime I bent over the slightest bit my white cotton panties became clearly visible, but as that's what my employer wanted, that's what happened. And it was the same situation regarding my swimming pool attire. On Saturday's when Mrs. Riverstoke liked to lie out by her pool, I had to attend to her needs, wearing a black swimsuit with a tiny white maid's apron when serving her. Of course, when she saw it she wasn't satisfied. "That one-piece covers her up way too much," she complained to the housekeeper. "I'd prefer her in a black bikini." And so, of course, Mrs. Murphy made the necessary changes, but it still wasn't good enough. "Can't you find a little black thong for her to wear?" Mrs. Riverstoke asked. "The girl's got a delicious little butt... let's see if we can't better incorporate the 'less is more' mentality when choosing Chastity's wardrobe." And so, I ended up waiting upon her poolside wearing this scandalous, teeny-tiny, skimpy black thong bikini, which she clearly enjoyed ogling me in. In addition to my being daily tutored (Monday-thru-Friday) by Mrs. Riverstoke on the educational basics: math, social science, language, & literature, my employer was also pleased to instruct me on the art of dancing. We'd watched videos about ballet, ballroom, & even modern dance, and as I expressed a considerable interest in learning more, one afternoon she announced that she was going to treat me to a special 'field trip' to explore what she called "the less conventional aspects of the art!" What did that mean? Well, she ended up driving us both to a strip-club! I'm serious! I remember that it was called 'The Pink Pussycat Gentlemen's Lounge,' and when she pulled into the parking lot I was certain this had to be a joke! But no, it wasn't! For this field-trip she had allowed me to dress casually in bluejeans and a clean black sweatshirt, which was in itself unusual to begin with. She herself wore everyday professional/informal attire, both fashionable & expensive. "Come along, Chastity," she ordered, as she got out of her car and strode towards the entrance. "Don't dawdle." I had no choice but to follow her. As it wasn't yet five o'clock, the place had barely opened and hardly any customers had arrived yet. Mrs. Riverstoke apparently knew the owner, and we were both quickly ushered to a back room reserved exclusively for private dances, where we were then seated together on a plush couch. "Send us Nicole," my employer requested. "Yes, she'll do nicely... and bring us each a glass of chardonnay." She then explained to me that erotic dancing such as we were about to experience was a recent phenomenon, extremely popular with men, but also with women! She said that I should learn to appreciate it. Our wine then arrived, brought to us by a slender, incredibly gorgeous young brunette woman, in her mid-twenties, wearing a skimpy white teddy and nothing more. "Mrs. Riverstoke," the girl exclaimed. "So nice to see you here again!" They briefly kissed in greeting before Nicole then began giving us a private lap dance. She kept her teddy on for the first song, sensually moving her beautiful body to the slow-rhythm of the music. I was quite mesmerized, as I'd never seen anything quite like this before. As the second song began, Nicole began slowly peeling out of her outfit, starting with her top, revealing a pair of beautifully-formed breasts. Her skin was flawless, and her breasts were lush with pretty nipples. I'm not a lesbian, but a part of me wanted to touch them... no, make that lick them... with my tongue! Nicole danced primarily for Mrs. Riverstoke, but she would occasionally look over at me and wink, which made me blush everytime she did it! "How about you show me that sweet ass of yours, Nicole?" my employer requested, and the pretty stripper smiled and immediately proceeded to turn around, wiggling her curvy, perfumed butt right up close to Mrs. Riverstoke's face. I watched as the older woman's hands reached up, the back of her fingers grazing the skin of the beautiful stripper's ass. Again my eyes met Nicole's, with the girl silently mouthing to me to "watch this," as she then arched her back and held perfectly still, allowing my employer to grab the girl's hips with her hands before then planting a wet kiss right on her curvy round rump! I could clearly see the red lipstick mark left there by Mrs. Riverstoke's mouth! It was followed seconds later by another warm-wet kiss on the girl's other ass-cheek! Nicole was looking back and smiling while Mrs. Riverstoke looked flushed and incredibly pleased! Meanwhile my own mouth hung open in shock! I mean, I had just witnessed a woman lovingly kissing a beautiful female stripper's beautiful behind, and I've got to admit, the sight of it really turned me on! "I love this ass," I heard my employer gush, before she then slapped it sharply, causing Nicole to jerk upright momentarily, before then wiggling it again very seductively in the older woman's face, thus earning yet another quick slap followed by some more affectionate ass-kissing, which both women were clearly enjoying! By now, Mrs. Riverstoke had begun pulling down Nicole's white lacy panties while continuing to smooch the girl's smooth behind. Nicole was now bending over, facing in my direction. She smiled at me, whispering: "She really loves kissing my butt!" "I can see why," I somewhat stammered in response, my mouth dry. "You're so... so beautiful and hot!" This earned me both a wink and a smile from her. "You're very cute," she quietly laughed, before then bending further down and kissing me on my lips. Oh, my... I'm not a lesbian, but at that moment I was in love! Of course, Mrs. Riverstoke continued to kiss and fondle the now completely nude dancer, as Nicole continued to seductively move her gorgeous body for our entertainment and enjoyment! We only remained there at that club for about forty-five minutes total, as Mrs. Riverstoke had no desire to mingle with the mostly male-clientele who would be arriving shortly thereafter. "Did you enjoy it, Chastity?" she asked me, as we returned to the car. "Yes, ma'am... it was a wonderful learning experience... thank you so much!" "That's what I'm here for... to teach you," she responded, as we then sped back home. "You'll learn a lot from me... and all I ask in return is your complete obedience." "Yes, ma'am!" Back home I quickly changed into my 'French Maid' attire before then serving Mrs. Riverstoke dinner. "I feel like having some fun tonight, Chastity," she smiled at me, as I removed her dinner plate at the end of her meal. "I'll be wanting you to attend me at my bath... in about an hour." That gave me enough time to eat, clean-up afterward, and then head upstairs to fill her huge bathtub with hot water. I had just finished adding bubble bath to the water when Mrs. Riverstoke entered wearing an expensive-looking dark-blue-robe. She then let if fall to the floor, standing there completely nude. Her body looked beautiful as she then stepped regally into the tub. "Take off your clothes, Chastity... I want you in here with me!" I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, but what choice did I have? I mean, I was her maid and I had no choice but to obey her, am I right? Anyway, Mrs. Riverstoke had by now settled into the hot scented water of the large, luxurious bathtub, and was now beckoning me with her index finger to join her. On her face was a smile, not unlike the smile she'd had while watching me showering naked in jail. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded, and began removing my dress. "Your body is very pretty," she observed. "You have beautiful skin and a gorgeous figure... turn around, Chastity, and let me look at that lovely little butt of yours!" Again, I had no choice but to obey, feeling both nervous and a little frightened. I'm not a lesbian! It was obvious that this woman found my body attractive, and I knew deep down that I needed to please her. As I pulled off the lacy black panties that were a part of my uniform I could hear in her breathing a sigh of longing. "What a delicious little body," she gushed. "Now come in here with me... I want you to bathe me... and I also want to bathe you." As I then slowly climbed into the tub and positioned myself facing her I could feel her eyes hungrily exploring me as she then licked her lips and reached out to caress me, starting with my neck and shoulders before then gliding her hands down to my breasts. I momentarily flinched, but she then laughingly splashed water on them before then leaning down as if to take my left nipple in her mouth. I pulled back in alarm. She responded with a smile. "You're shaking," she said in a quiet voice. "There's no need for you to be afraid of me, Chastity!" "No, ma'am," was all I could think to say is response. She then pulled me closer to her while looking me in the eyes and then proceeded to lean down and gently kiss both of my breasts while I froze, almost petrified. I mean, like I said, I'm NOT a lesbian, but here was an older lesbian woman, now with my tits in her mouth, her tongue freely exploring my nipples with my having no say in the matter. Out of the Frying Pan... At this point she stopped and reach up to clasp me firmly by the chin, which she then held steady while her mouth then passionately kissed my own. Again, it was her tongue aggressively taking charge, entering my own mouth while her lips pressed against my own. "Mmmmm... you taste good," she purred. "I can't wait to taste the rest of you!" I felt alarmed but powerless to stop her. She then grabbed my wrists and held them over my head and up against the tile walls behind me while she continued forcibly kissing me. After a few seconds of this her mouth then made its way down to my neck & shoulders. "Mmmmm... so very nice," she whispered contentedly, before then adding: "Did you know that Nicole told me that you're more-than-pretty-enough to be a stripper? She says you've got the perfect body for it. And I agree with her!" "I thought she was really beautiful," I stammered in response, not knowing what else to say. "She really knew how to move her body!" "I'm sure you could move your body, as well, Chastity," Mrs. Riverstoke laughingly responded. "Your face, your breasts, and your long legs are all quite luscious." I blushed. "Thank you, ma'am... that's very kind of you to say." "And I especially love your luscious ass... how would you like it if I asked YOU to give me a sexy nude lap dance?" I blushed even deeper. There was no way that was ever going to happen! "What do you mean? In here?" "No, I mean down at the 'Pink Pussycat' lounge," she laughed, sarcastically. "Of course I mean here!" "I'm... I'm really not sure I can do that." "Well I AM sure," she responded. "And since I'm your boss I believe that I'm the one calling the shots!" At this point she then reached over to turn on the sound system she had installed in her bathroom, before then turning to face me. "Stand up, Chastity, and wiggle your sweet ass for me!" My mouth was open as I blinked at her. Was she serious? "Here? In the bathtub?" "Sure, why not?" Her eyes were laughing at me. Her bathroom stereo system was apparently hooked up to some romantic-music-playlist of the types of songs best suited to a leisurely soak in the tub. Right now it was blaring out a song that I later learned was Barry White's 'Never Never Gonna Give You Up,' although I'd never heard of him or it before now. I struggled to rise to my feet without slipping, still not sure what to do next. Mrs. Riverstoke smiled and reached out her hands to keep me from losing my balance. Her fingers came to rest on my wet legs, along the sides of my thighs. Her eyes were gazing longingly at my pussy, which only made me even more nervous & apprehensive. "Let's see how you move this gorgeous body," she urged in a quiet voice, running her tongue along her upper lip, and I tried to oblige her by swaying my hips slightly back and forth. Her hands were now caressing my upper legs, her fingers massaging my wet, silky-smooth skin as I saw her lick her lips. Again her eyes met mine. "Perhaps you'd feel more comfortable turning around and grabbing the towel rack on the wall behind you?" she asked, and before I could reply she was already helping me to make the transition without slipping. "Yes, ma'am," I belatedly responded, realizing that I was now presenting my naked wet-behind to her. It was then that I remembered her fascination with Nicole's gorgeous derriere at the strip club, and decided to emulate it here and now. Firmly gripping the towel-bar for support, I bent over slightly, arching my back and slowly pushed my butt out as seductively as I possibly could. I was immediately rewarded by the feel of her hands gliding up the sides of my hips, followed by the touch of her hot breath on my exposed rear end immediately before her lips locked on my rump with a series of warm, wet, and passionate kisses. "Mmmmmm... now this is more like it," I heard her murmur. "Such a delicious little ass!" The kisses and licking continued, even increasing in tempo. I gasped in ecstasy. I'm not a lesbian, but my employer was clearly finding my bottom every bit as desireable as she'd found Nicole's earlier in the evening. I slowly pushed out my butt so that it was even more into her face. The next thing I knew, her tongue was suddenly thrusting its way up into my ass crack. I involuntarily shuddered. This was incredible! It was followed seconds later by her inflicting several love bites on my ass-cheeks that had me squirming and whimpering with pleasure! She laughed and sharply slapped my behind. "This is mine," I heard her announce. "All mine!" What else could I do? I surrendered completely. I was hers! After a minute or two more of her sensually smooching my ass (that I truly enjoyed every second of), she then forcibly turned me around by my hips and immediately stuck her face up tightly against my pussy, her tongue now aggressively entering my vagina while her hands moved to cup my ass and pull me close to her. "Widen your legs," she ordered, and I did so. Immediately her mouth was back, aggressively licking and sucking on my exposed clit. "You taste delicious!" She continued sucking, kissing and licking my wet body all over for the next several minutes, before deciding that it was time for us to exit the tub. "We're beginning to get all 'pruney,' Chastity," she announced, smiling. "Let's finish bathing one another so that we can leave this water behind!" She then quickly soaped me up, spending what I thought was an inordinate amount of time on my ass, and I did the same for her. I must admit, it was fun! Within minutes we were both squeaky-clean and out of the tub, drying one another off with these big fluffy towels. She then ordered me to apply some kind of expensive body-lotion to her skin, every square inch of it, with her then doing the same to me. "You're spending the night in my bed with me," she softly murmured, looking me directly in my eyes with a predatory, almost hungry expression. "I have all kinds of things I intend to do with this delicious body!" Her hands ran possessively up my sides as she spoke. I wanted to resist, really I did! I mean, I'm NOT a lesbian! But this was clearly not the time to challenge her by saying no. Our oiled-up, nude bodies were now locked in an embrace, my arms up around her neck while hers were down around my waist, her hands possessively kneading my ass-cheeks while she continued kissing me passionately, long & hard. She then led me, hand-in-hand, into her bedchamber. It was impressive, to say the least. The bed itself was enormous, with an old-fashioned canopy over the top, along with expensive cotton-blended sheets and quilted coverings atop the huge, firm mattress that she gently assisted me up onto, affectionately patting my ass as she did so. I expected her to immediately follow, but instead noticed her walking over to the closet to retrieve what looked like a small gym-bag. "This is my toy-box," she explained, laying it up onto the bed beside me. She then reached into it and pulled out what appeared to be a couple of soft, long, velvety strips of dark cloth, which she proceeded to use to tie my wrists together. "What's this for?" I protested. "I'm not trying to get away!" "Hold still, and stop struggling... this will only take a few seconds!" After binding my wrists, she then used the second cloth to wrap around my head, over my eyes, blindfolding me. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked in my little-girl voice, pleadingly. "I'm simply going to enjoy you," she replied, laughing. "And you'll enjoy it, as well!" "You promise?" "I promise," she laughed, slapping me on my ass as she then positioned me facing the wall, on my elbows and knees, so that I was now face down & ass up. I felt her wet lips lightly kiss me on my upturned bare bottom before she then began removing something else from her so-called 'toy-box.' "I really think you're going to like this, Chastity," she remarked, almost matter-of-factly. "In any case, I know that I'M certainly going to enjoy it!" I could hear her adjusting something around her waist, but had no idea what it was, or what was about to happen next. But about a minute later I could feel her now climbing up behind me, her lips once again lovingly kissing my curvy, oiled-up rump as her fingertips glided up my legs. "You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am." "That's my good, obedient slavegirl," she laughed. Again she kissed my butt before then briefly biting it hard enough to elicit a yelp from me. She laughed. I could now feel her pressing up closely behind me, mounting me from behind, the front of her thighs pressed up against the backs of my own, with one of her hands resting on my ass-cheek while a hard, plastic object began probing at my butt-crack. "I'm about to fuck you now, Chastity dear," she announced in an authoritative voice. "Open yourself up for me, like the submissive little slavegirl that you are!" Of course, in my current bound and helpless state, I really had little choice in the matter. I whimpered as I felt the plastic, phallic-shaped device enter me from behind, up into my awaiting pussy. It was oiled up with lotion, giving it a smooth entry, but I gasped in surprise just the same! Here I was, an eighteen-year old girl, being forcibly (well, semi-forcibly) taken sexually in the doggy-style position by a dominant, older, predatory female, her hands now grabbing my hips and rocking me steadily back and forth. "You look so incredibly beautiful like this," she remarked, her fingernails digging into my skin. I found myself moaning softly to the motions of our movements, which seemed to further amuse her. "How does it feel, being fucked by another woman, Chastity?" she asked me. It was actually feeling quite indescribable, so I said nothing. "Answer me," she ordered, sharply slapping my ass while continuing to penetrate me in rhythmic fashion. "How does it feel, being my sexy little play-toy?" "I... I... I like it," I bleated. "I only want to please you, ma'am!" "Yes... you ARE pleasing me," she laughed, again sharply slapping me on the butt. "I've been wanting to fuck this luscious body of yours ever since I first eyed your naked little ass while you were showering in jail!" Her hands by now were gliding up my back, reaching around to squeeze my tits, before eventually returning to my legs, thighs, and of course, my rump, which she affectionately squeezed while continuing to rock me back & forth, my ass-up and face-down into her pillow. I could tell that my body was rapidly building towards a huge sexual climax. "I'm yours, ma'am," was all I could think of to say in response, as her hands massaged my rear-end along with the occasional slap. "All yours!" "I'm going to be fucking you a LOT over the next several weeks," she leered. "So you'd probably better get used to it!" "I will!" I then moaned aloud, causing her to laugh again and squeeze my butt. Within seconds I finally came, involuntarily wailing while she continued holding me tightly, rocking me hard with her nails pressing even deeper into the soft-flesh of my firm tushie! It was nothing short of glorious! I could hear her still laughing softly as I moaned my final release, her body then gently lowering itself down atop my own, with her lips now pressing up against the back of my neck as she continued slightly rocking me with her dildo still lodged deep inside of me. We both then laid there, panting together, her tongue licking at my shoulders while kissing me at the same time. "You belong to me," she murmured, nibbling at my ear. "I own you!" I could only quietly moan in response. Eventually she rose up off of me, pulling her strap-on dildo out of me, and proceeded to turn me over so that she could begin kissing and sucking on my tits. I, of course, remained tied up and blindfolded, and didn't resist. It was clear to me that my body was giving her immense pleasure, and that deeply satisfied me for some unexplained reason. Soon her mouth was again traversing down my body, to my flat stomach and then further down until she was pushing my legs apart and her mouth attacking my pussy, her tongue again taking command as it entered past my lips and began sucking on my clit. My hips were involuntarily gyrating as she brought me to a loud orgasm! She continued kissing and licking my body for another minute or so before then positioning me once again onto my knees, only this time with my face now pressed up against her own vagina, as she had apparently found time to remove the strap-on she'd worn to fuck me with moments earlier. I now realized that she wanted me to begin licking her own pussy! As I've repeatedly stated, I'm not really a lesbian, but I was in no position to object or pull away. And so I began to do to her what she'd already done to me, which was to lick and suck on her own bathed & sweet-smelling pussy... not hard to do... my tongue instinctively wrapping itself around her clitoris. It came naturally, and she seemingly really appreciated my efforts, as her hands grasped my head, her fingernails tightly locking into my hair, as I then brought her to a successful climax, judging by her loud screams of release. It was then that she finally removed the blindfold and untied my wrists, allowing me to wrap my arms around her and kiss her passionately while she did the same to me. Again, her mouth proceeded to visit every square inch of my nude body, ending up on my ass, which she particularly delighted in, with me arching my back and wiggling it seductively to great effect! "Now... being a pretty little lesbian-owned-slavegirl isn't so bad, is it?" she laughed, kissing me softly on my lips. "No, I guess not," I responded. "At least not if you've got the right mistress!" She slapped my ass. I laughed.